Change I feared as much as yearned to know. What will I do, and where shall I go? Will love be there?
I remember the year of not knowing, punishing loss, labor hard and faceless.
Humility is naked patience.
I remember hope was a tent in a parking lot.
How they came! Each one carried with her the pieces of my redemption.
Though it was I that dressed them, it was they who covered me in the raiment of respect.
This is how I first knew that God is real.